Hell shaker のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

  I did follow the instruction carefully and I found myself at the place where the headmaster said, before the stairs, they were labelled, the highest was thirty five which was strange because with the way he was going on about me not being able to finish climbing was strange, like they were in hundreds or something but it was just thirty five and like he also said, there were people milling about, some were sitting on the stairs and laughing while others stared at them with envy. I drew my conclusion that those sitting on the stairs were regarded as the cool kids.  I was tempted, seriously tempted to ask one of the others milling about what the stairs were for but something told me that I would incur the wrath of my dad who was watching. With a sigh, I started the journey, with my first step on the stairs, I understood why the principal did what he did. This was indeed a test. A test to see if I would survive

 Today was the most eventful one in the history of eventful. At least in my history. I got to meet a staircase whose main purpose was to rate people power level, something which I still don’t completely understand and then I flirted with a guy and asked for his number first, to be fair it was not my fault. My attraction to him was not just strong but still real because I just need to think about him and I am blushing like crazy, met with my guide who seems like a decent guy that was on his way to be my best friend. Apparently, I am clicking well with every member of the tour Team at ATI. And before I forget, I was dumped by my father at a new school for magical brats, in a whole new world which I had only heard about in stories and because my father is king and I might have people who will be after me by default, I have to tell the Principal to keep my identity secret, something which I had forgotten to double check because of the whole excitement for today. 

 I knew when I was in danger. That is an ability most species in Faery had and my stay on earth did not affect that ability and currently, that ability was ringing alarm bells so hard in my head.  “Hello, how can I help you?” I asked.  “You have a lot of nerve.” The one in center gritted out. Another cliché earth characteristic which Faery teenagers also had. The queen bees of the school, moved in a pack and if they were three, the overall leader was always in center. I have watched the one that spoke throw herself at Cirdan over and over again and although something in me bristled at it, I ignored the feeling most of the time.  Until they decided to get into my face.  “Yeah I do. But with what?” I asked, shrugging a shoulder delicately, my fingers already itching to slam her head into the wall beside me for talking to Cirdan

IRIS I understood what it meant to be under Cirdan protection. People apologized and wanted to be certain that there were no hard feelings between me and them, people I was not even aware of. And then the room switch in which I was taken to an exclusive dormitory which a lot of people did not have access to, by Cirdan commanded. It was enough to make me wonder about him, what was special about this guy, it was clearly more than just his looks and the Principal was willing to eat out of his palms if Cirdan wanted that. He was acting the same way he acted towards me.  “Finn,” I called during lunch one day, I was watching Cirdan as he ate and sketched something, he was an artistic Folk, one of the few which could bring their drawings to life, I had learned of that little nugget about him when he gifted me with a page out of his sketch book in public. I had wondered what he was doing at that time but he was really just showing p

IRIS One minute, I was thinking of how I could manage and escape Cirdan, he was glaring at me and the door, I was thinking my chances of escaping was minimal, the next minute, a female who I had not seen since I was two was gliding into the room, announcing to everybody what I tried so hard to keep hidden.  Come to mother, she said, I wanted to scoff and roll my eyes but I couldn’t because my father trained me with more decorum than that. I knew better than to air my family dirty laundry outside.  Come to mother, she said, she was waiting patiently with her arms extended. I couldn’t very well not go to her, I had to pretend that I was at least a little happens to see her in front of others. I didn’t know what she was looking for here but she needed to leave before more damage than she had already caused.  “Hello mother.” I said in a low tone as I packed my